Shades Of Violet - A Damon Salvatore Love Story

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fan Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A Damon Salvatore/Vampire Diaries Love Story Fanfic, based in 1864, when Damon returns from the war, still human.
This will hopefully be a short story (not a oneshot), but knowing me, it could potentially become a very long one.

Submitted: May 27, 2012

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1864

The morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer. Violet sat silently in the carriage, breathing in the fresh air that seeped through the windows. It smelt of wildflowers and had a certain acidity to it, as though they were strolling through an orchard. Perhaps they were; the curtains were closed and they had not come this way before. Her sibling Alexander, one year her senior, fidgeted in his fancy clothes. Violet gave him disdainful look and he poked out his tongue.

Her long auburn hair fell in loose ringlets down her back, and parts of her hair were braided to keep it from her eyes. Her lilac/grey strapless dress was tight around her upper body and puffed out a little around her waist before falling to the floor. It swept the ground with a laced hem. She breathed shallowly under the strain of her corset.

Her uncle, Harry, sat across from her, beside Alexander. His usually scruffy face was clean-shaven, and his ragged boots were replaced with squeaky polished ones. They all had to look their best. Today they were meeting the Salvatore’s.

Uncle Harry was a dear old friend of Giuseppe Salvatore for many years, and both Alexander and Violet had formed a kind of mateship with the youngest boy Stefan over their last few encounters. However, this would be their first meeting with the eldest, Damon, who had just returned from serving in the war. Giuseppe had invited them into their home for a sort of vacation.

Violet and Alexander shared a quite famous (or infamous) last name: Renée. Part of their infamy was due to their French background (hence the name ‘Renée’). Part of it was also due to the family’s extremely bad luck in marital choices. A past generation was very well accompanied with the Lannister’s, who were not at all agreeable. So the house of Renée remained in some graces while it laid in some others gossip. This didn’t bother the siblings much at all, but it nearly drove their uncle to insanity. This is perhaps why he was so interested in befriending the Salvatore’s. After all, Violet was not much older than Stefan, and not very often does one get the first chance at a bachelor; though Violet was not interested in Stefan that way.

The carriage pulled to a stop, and the horses reared restlessly. They had arrived.

A chauffer came to open the door and help her out. He took her hand, and steadied her as she stepped onto the gravelled path. When she lifted her head, her blue-eyed gaze instantly met with Stefan’s. His mouth slowly spread into that familiar smile, and she could tell that he was happy to see them. After smiling back, not able to resist the contagion that accompanied his grin, her eyes shifted to the figure on his right. An incredibly handsome youth, with steady ice-blue eyes. His tasselled dark hair rustled in the breeze. He was slender but muscular, a man’s physique, though his face still held some boyish charm. He held her gaze with admiring eyes until Stefan noticed his staring and nudged him teasingly.

Giuseppe stepped forward a little, as regal and graceful looking as ever. His huge, beautiful mansion rose up behind him. A few servants stood behind them, one of whom was Evelyn, a cook whom Violet had grown fond of in the past.

Alexander had gotten out of the carriage, shortly followed by Uncle Harry, who was patting down the misplaced strands of greasy hair on his receding hairline. Alexander took off immediately to greet his friend while Harry encouraged her to move forward.

“Come now Lila”, he said, “We mustn’t be unfriendly”.

 

Stefan greeted her with open arms, a greeting that was only shared among dear friends.

“It is good to see you again Lila”, he smiled, holding her hand out in front of him.

“I have missed you Stefan”, she smiled back.

Honestly, she had in fact missed him. Her closest friend, Henry Bronwen, had left to tend to his ill mother in Georgia months ago; and without his company, she was forced to join in on the tedious conversations of old female acquaintances whom she wished not to speak to. People like Victoria Goodmen only talked about whom was courting whom, and this did not interest Violet much. So she had disliked Richmond of late, and was eager to leave and visit Stefan.

 

Giuseppe stepped towards her and kissed her hand.

“Miss Renée”, he greeted, bowing a little.

“Mr Salvatore”, she returned, curtseying.

She then averted her attention to the other Salvatore, the unfamiliar one.

Stefan and his father had talked about Damon in the past, but she still didn’t really know much about him. She knew that he and Stefan were close.

She stepped toward him and he took her hand, kissing it and bowing as his father did.

“You must be the lovely Violet Renée”, he said.

“And you must be the infamous Damon Salvatore”, she smiled jokingly.

He smiled slowly and chuckled to himself.

“I see you’ve acquainted yourself with my brother”, Stefan said, strolling over and putting an arm around Damon. Damon’s eyes didn’t stray from Violets. Not once.

“Yes”, she replied, “But I’m most looking forward to reacquainting myself with your Evelyn’s apple pie”.

Evelyn grinned beside Stefan and said “Yes miss! Just as you like them”.

This is one of the reasons why Stefan liked Violet. His father didn’t encourage talking to the servants, especially on friendly terms. But Violet treated all servants as if they were old friends.

Violet could see Uncle Harry giving her a frown out of the corner of her eye. This is not the way an upper class lady should talk to servants, especially ones that were not her own.

 

Giuseppe ushered them all inside, alerting them that morning tea was being prepared as they speak. Violet was eager to talk with Stefan, and surprisingly, even more eager to get to know Damon.


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